I used to visit all the very gay places
Those come-what-may places
Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life
To get the feel of life from jazz and cocktails
The men I knew had sad and sullen gray faces
With distingué traces that used to be
That you could see where they'd been washed away
By too many through the day, twelve o'clock tales
Then you came along with your siren song
To tempt me to madness
I thought for a while that your poignant smile
Was tinged with a sadness of a great love for me
But oh, I was wrong
Again, I was wrong
Life is lonely again
And only last year everything seemed so sure
Now life is awful again
A troughful of hearts could only be a bore
A week in Paris could ease the bite of it
But all I care is to smile in spite of it
I'll forget you, I will
Well, yet you are still
Burning inside my brain
Romance is mush
Stifling those who strive
I'll live a lush life in some small dive
And there I will be while I rot with the rest
Of those whose lives are lonely too
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